Goddess Oya (Change) - Painter Hrana Janto
Early in the morning, I felt a shift in the air.
If I had not sensed someone's heart for a moment, I would not have remembered the past.
But then I moved my attention to the view of the street, felt the cold air of the fall against my skin.
I walked through the view knowing I was entering an unknown.
And for the first time, I was unafraid.
